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This post has been transferred to  Capriole . Pop songs are easy currency.  And like small change, they are often as worthy. But pop songs can be a very astute media.  Especially when they are more complex than easy lines and hooks. That's why we are grateful for bands like The Modern Lovers, for The Cannanes.  For those perspicacious folk who have given us impossibly upbeat songs that defy the meleé; because they they are wry, and they artfully combine the guileless with the percipient. Girlatones are canny modern lovers because they are insightful and because they are not afraid to entertain the affectual and the goofy; they bring it to light and give it a rightful place.  They remind us of what we care about, but may not want to admit.  That is what we magnetise to in the great songs of Richman and in the Gibson/O'Neill collaborations. You can listen to the album here . The album opens with  Share the Love.  Love is about idealism, and in good measure -- rea

This blog reviews seminal music, and to date, that has comprised of whole albums.  Tonight I am going to review an outstanding gig featuring the Double. If you are reading this you probably know the musicians: Jim White (Dirty Three, Xylouris White, Venom P. Stinger) and Emmett Kelly (Bonny Prince Billy, Ty Segall, The Cairo Gang).  Tonight, in The Tote band room we were treated to them playing an unrelenting single piece lasting 45 minutes. Take a minute to think about that. A drummer and a guitarist. One piece. Forty five minutes. One chord. It is either going to happen.  Or not. The band room was packed.  They were preluded by Taipan Tiger Girls and Ausmuteants.  Two pretty apposite draw cards.  Well, TTG were.  But so were Ausmuteants - in as much as they twisted the same musical elements as TTG.  The Tiger Girls riffed for about 30 minutes on one song.  Sometimes the synths were a little quirky; the guitarist played with distortion and a mallet slide to create a